Speed. Your experience may see his coarse education; but to the purpose, sweet female. I do love that face of yours.
Jane. Sir, if you love nothing but my face, I cannot sell it from the rest.
Lamb. You may see his slender observation. Sweet virgin, I do love your lower parts better than your face.
Speed. Sir, you do interrupt and thwart my love.
Lamb. Ay, sir, I am your rival, and I will thwart your love; for your love licks at the face, and my love shall be arsy-versy to yours.
Jane. I would desire no better wooing of so bad suitors.
Steph. Mistake me not, kind-heart.
Lamb. He calls you tooth-drawer by way of experience.[84]
Speed. In loving your face, I love all the rest of your body, as you shall find by experience.
Jane. Well, sir, you love me, then?